Nate is pretty used to people handing him the short end of the stick, but he can't deny he feels a little bitter about this city already. He doesn't know where he is or how he got here or who any of these people are, but he does know he resents the hell out of the way they're blatantly ignoring him. He feels half-dead, stumbling around and begging for water, but no one wants to give him the time of day.

At least they're not shooting at him, though. That's a nice change.

"Thanks for nothing, asshole," he mutters as another person turns away from him with an odd look. Apparently people can be dicks in all cities, something Nate was already pretty sure of but can now confirm.

He turns to try the park, hoping for a public water fountain or even a small depression in the ground with dirty water, he's not picky at this point. And then there's a girl calling to him and holding out a pink water bottle that Nate considers the holy grail.

"Thank you, thank you," he blurts in a rush, and he takes it without asking twice and downs half of it in one swallow. He's probably meant to sip it, he's sure he's heard that somewhere, but to hell with it. If he was in a different state of mind he might feel guilty for getting blood and sand stained hands all over her bottle, but right now he couldn't care less.

Once he's drank enough that he feels like he might be human again, he stops and takes note. She was telling him he's not crazy, but in a weird kind of way that suggests this isn't going to be a pleasant pit stop on the way to Ubar. It never is.

"What was that about being crazy? People don't normally tell me I'm not."